All Chapters of Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

QueenieI smirk down at King, enjoying the way he groans in mock frustration.“Don’t,” he warns, his voice thick with amusement. “Keep sex off the table until tonight. If ya go into labor, the wedding’s over.”I pout, fluttering my lashes playfully. “Doesn’t need to be anything big or major, just something quick?” I tease.King chuckles, but I see the heat in his eyes. “Wes, pull over somewhere and get out,” he orders, his voice low. I laugh, half-joking, but if he’s serious, I’m not saying no. The car slows to a stop between a thick line of trees, and Wes steps out, leaving us alone.Without hesitation, I swing my leg over King, straddling him. His hands automatically find my waist.“If you go into labor—” he starts, but I cut him off with a kiss, my hands already moving to unfasten his trousers, freeing his cock. I lower myself onto him, and a deep groan escapes him.“Where the fuck is ya underwear, Queenie?” he mutters, his eyes blazing with lust.I smirk, pulling the underwear out

King’s POVI don’t think I could be any happier today. Well, that’s not exactly true. If Queenie had the baby today, that’d make it fuckin' perfect. But part of me doesn’t want that to happen just yet—she deserves to enjoy this day without any more stress.People keep comin' up to me, offerin' congratulations again and again. And though I appreciate the support, I can’t stop thinkin' about Queenie. I just want to find her, hold her, and make sure everything’s good. After a few minutes, I manage to break free from the crowd and push my way toward the edge of the room, my eyes scannin' for 'er.Where the hell is she?I head toward the back, figurin' she might’ve snuck away for a moment of quiet. My gut tightens as I approach the bathroom door. That’s when I hear it—a scream.Queenie’s scream.My heart lurches, and before I can even think, I’m runnin'. My hand slams against the door, throwin' it open with a force that echoes through the room. The scene in front of me makes my blood boil.

Queenie’s POVI stand frozen, tears streaming down my face, trying to piece together how everything unraveled so quickly. My body feels heavy, like I’m stuck in a nightmare I can’t wake up from. King has been so obsessive, so possessive since I got pregnant. I knew he’d do anything to protect me, but I never thought it would come to this.The signs were there. When he shot that guy just for making a stupid comment, I saw it. This pregnancy changed him. It made him paranoid, seeing threats everywhere, even when they weren’t real. I’ve been avoiding anyone who might trigger him, just trying to keep things calm. But no one could calm King when he felt like I was in danger. He stabbed Sal after hearing only part of a conversation. That was the moment everyone realized King was spiraling—his need to protect me was consuming him.But today? Today is beyond anything I imagined. Killing Don… we knew that was inevitable. He was a threat we couldn’t avoid. But doing it so openly, in front of al

Caleb’s POVI head to the kitchen, my thoughts heavy as I try to focus on something tangible, something that might help Queenie. She needs to eat, but right now, she’s lying on the sofa, unmoving, staring down at her wedding ring like it holds all the answers to the mess we’re in. I don’t know how to reach her. I don’t know what to say that will make any of this better.My phone rings, and I snatch it up, hoping for any sliver of good news. “Yes?” I answer quickly, my heart in my throat.“Caleb,” my dad’s voice comes through the line, but it sounds strained, tired. “We’re still here. It’s gonna take all night, but I’m not leaving until I get an update on King.”“That’s fine. Get the answers first,” I say, trying to stay composed. We need answers, Queenie needs answers.There’s a pause, and then my dad’s voice drops, quieter, more cautious. “Caleb you need to make Queenie aware, the cabin is trashed.”“What?” My heart skips a beat. The fuck does he mean, trashed?“Looks like Don went t

Caleb’s POVI stride into the main bar, tension weighing on my shoulders, and head straight for the counter. The familiar clink of a bottle against glass echoes as I pour myself a drink. I lift it to my lips, savoring the burn of the whiskey sliding down my throat. It’s a brief moment of solace, but of course, it doesn’t last long.The midwife strides in, her expression stern and no-nonsense. Before she even opens her mouth, I know what’s coming, and I groan inwardly.“You need to get your wife into the bath,” she says, her voice as sharp as her glare.I can’t help the grimace that crosses my face. “She’s not my wife,” I reply, setting the glass down with more force than intended. “And I can’t do it. I’ll be skinned alive if I even try.” The thought of it alone is enough to make me shudder. “She’s just going to have to wait until one of the other women can come and help. I’m not about to book my own death.”The midwife isn’t amused, not even a little. She stands her ground, arms cross